Yesterday – by Paul Tristram

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She twirled it around

her finger,

it didn’t break

because she

willed it not to.

Yesterday didn’t matter

and tomorrow

can fuck right off.

It’s jagged

when you think of it.

So don’t fool yourself,

it’s a grind unacceptable,

a price too fucked up

to pay.

There’s no logic

in the teeth

behind you.

And that is not

the correct way to play.


Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press)
‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at

And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope

You can also read his poems and stories here!


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